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Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have
travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting
university. Now it’s on to Rome.

The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride,
providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is
looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the
locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the
Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.

Ryan came to the conclusion that perhaps this journey wasn’t
so horrendous after all. He’d been a little miffed that the American girls,
Shanna and Taryn, had wanted to tag along from Paris to Rome with him and
Kristian. He’d been keen not to end up with any chicks who wanted more than a
one night stand, figuring that any romantic entanglements would screw up their
footloose and fancy-free gap year trip. Their last year of freedom, without
commitment, before they went to University and had to grow up, buckle down.

In the here and now, however, Ryan decided that Shanna
actually wasn’t that bad. It seemed she was determined to spice up the
never-ending coach trip from Paris to Rome. Eight hundred and seventy miles,
thirteen hours. They’d known when they’d booked it that it would be nigh on
intolerable, but it was the cheapest way to travel. And having sat in the increasingly
stuffy, tiny coach, Ryan could see why. It made cramped seats in coach class on
a flight feel like first class.

Shanna had removed her jacket as the crap air-conditioning
was utterly failing to cool down the cabin. It had been draped over her lap for
a while before she slid it across so it covered part of his too. Ryan frowned,
wondering why she thought it was a good idea to make him warmer. He was already
melting in the heat. Then she slipped her hand beneath the jacket and moved it
over his crotch. She squeezed his flaccid cock, making her intentions
absolutely clear. He realized that if he continued to stare down at their laps
it would be painfully obvious to anyone who glanced in their direction what
they were up to. So he leaned over and kissed Shanna’s cheek, nuzzling her red
hair out of the way to murmur into her ear.

“I’m going to try and act natural.” Then, remembering what
had happened to him back in London when he’d ended up with cum-filled boxer
shorts, he added, “Can you, uh, catch it in a tissue?”

Grinning, Shanna revealed the flimsy white material in her
other hand. It appeared she’d already thought of that. Saucy wench—he liked
her. She was a fun girl, gorgeous-looking and a great lay. Had things been
different, he might have considered pursuing something long-term with her, but
it wasn’t going to happen. He and Kristian had this one chance, this few months
to live life to the fullest, do what they wanted, do who they wanted, go where
they liked, and he wasn’t going to throw it away for a green-eyed,
cute-accented chick. No way.

He wasn’t worried about upsetting her, though. He knew that
she and her friend had a similar pact and outlook on their European travels.
They too were hooking up, having a good time and moving on.

Ryan grinned out of the window. Life was good. A sexy girl
was about to get his cock out on a coach and toss him off, and he was heading
to the third destination on his gap year adventure. The Italian capital awaited
and he couldn’t wait to see what it had in store.

Before he got there, though, he was going to have another
orgasm on public transport. First the toilets on the Eurostar, now beneath a
jacket on a coach. God, what was it with women and doing it in cramped, risky
places? And Blanche—the French bird on the Eurostar—and Shanna weren’t the only
ones he was thinking of. He was beginning to forget what it was like to have
sex in a bed. Not that he was complaining—Christ, no. If a sexy woman
propositioned him, who was he to refuse?

By now Shanna had undone his belt, button and fly and
released his cock from his boxers. It had taken a while as she’d had to keep
her movements slow, subtle, so no one realized what was happening. As a result
of all the fumbling, his dick was rock hard by the time she got it out, and it
sprung eagerly into her hand.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and he slipped his arm
around her, pulling her close. Anyone who looked now would just see a couple of
young people having a cuddle. Or possibly a hot redhead sleeping on the
shoulder of a young man who could either be her boyfriend or a total stranger.

Carefully, she began to stroke him, getting into a rhythm
that would drive him to climax without anyone knowing.

Ryan turned back to the window, giving the appearance of
looking out at the darkening sky. Shanna’s grip tightened, her movements grew
faster and he grew closer to coming. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip in an
attempt to regain some kind of control. It didn’t help—his hormones raged and
the familiar tingle at the base of his spine was a dead giveaway.

Looking as chilled out, as casual as possible, he turned to
Shanna and whispered, “You’d better get that tissue ready—otherwise I’m going
to make an awful mess.”

She gave a single nod of understanding and moved her other
hand beneath the jacket, slowly, languidly. It probably looked as though she
was just changing position, rather than anything naughtier. Ryan, however, was
at the stage where he didn’t care. If anyone happened to look across, happened
to confront them, he’d hold a hand up to keep them quiet until he finished.

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and
erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100
publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several
editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic
Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and
co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house.
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Tuesday, 29 April 2014

I was thrilled to find these two new Amazon reader reviews for my novel Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse at the weekend. This book is very close to my heart, having worked for many years as a nurse in London some of the scenes are drawn from real experience, though no, I'm not telling which ones! *wink*

Debi - This was another great read by Lily Harlem!

Sharon is a nurse who gets passed of from floor to floor. She is a jack of all trades. Well Sharon had a rough past with a man she was in love with and it turned out the feelings weren’t mutual. She decides to be carefree and do what ever the hell she pleases with whom ever will please her. Don’t get me wrong it’s not all about sex for Sharon. She is a kind and highly respected nurse and will do what ever she can to make the patients feel more relaxed. What she didn’t expect was Carl and the feeling she is starting to feel for him. Could Carl be the one to finally settle her down or will she stick to the nightly shaggings? This was a wonderfully written story by Lily and I really enjoyed the story line. I especially loved Carl’s character, shy, kind of nerdy but really hot.

Pedro - I found this to be a beautifully erotic novel tailored round a downright dirty at times, who- dun nit mystery, flowing into a will-she-wont-she get the right man romance. Showing the very caring side of nurses, going above and beyond sometimes what they are required to do in their job descriptions just to make their patients lives happier and more comfortable. The time and effort put in leaves them to get their own R&R where and when they can,and this book is full of them. Making time for patients, her own sexual urges, and dealing with a cold hearted boss putting her under stress she almost loses the man she really loves, but it comes good in the end.

Monday, 28 April 2014

JOIN ME & over a dozen other authors as we share excerpts from our contemporary romances. Get ideas for some new books to enjoy this spring. With all heat levels represented, there's something for everyone. Join in on the hourly contests and win prizes. This is a party you do not want to miss and it's going on all day on May 1st.

Sunday, 27 April 2014

Strangers who share the touch of heated skin, the gasps of delight joined bodies create and the bliss a moment of ecstasy generates, are bound by an invisible thread that is as strong as it is vulnerable.

But can that thread turn to more, become a force to be reckoned with, the foundation of a beautiful experience and a future where dominance and submission become a part of life?

That’s something Isabelle wants to know, wants to experience, but is her new man up for the job? She has very definite fantasies, a particular flavour of strange that hits her spot. Only time will tell if their next daring interlude will pave the way for so much more than a brief encounter.

So to get you in the mood for this deliciously filthy set of novellas here is smooch from Beauty and Pain…

He kissed me—long and hard and oh so bloody toe-curling—then let me go, abruptly, as if I’d given him a shock.

I cocked my head and stared at him, disguising my surprise.

“I need to get away from you, woman,” he said, holding his hands up. “Because if I don’t, I’ll spend all day fucking you on this train. We may well go to Swansea and back and we wouldn’t notice.”

Relieved he hadn’t meant something else entirely, I laughed. “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

“No, and that’s the problem. I have an important meeting today. I can’t miss it. And believe me, if I could, I would. You’re far too tempting.”

“Delilah to your Samson?”

“Something like that.”

He stared at me for what seemed a long time, and I kept a steady gaze, unwilling to let it waver. I had a feeling he was once again trying to prove I was a sub—to make me look down or at least shift my eyes left or right.

Saturday, 26 April 2014

Hello Saturday Spankers! This week a snippet from Slap Shot, the third book in my Hot Ice series - please note these are all standalone reads! You just gotta love Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis and those damn big hands, add in Dana giving him a private pole dance and it soon gets out of control!

He nipped my shoulder with his teeth then kissed the sore spot. The next thing I knew the pain was back on my butt, scorching me, burning through my skin to my pelvis. It had barely dulled when another slap hit the opposite cheek. I cried out in pleasure and pain, the border between the two so hazed it barely existed.

The noise of my sex filled the room, wet squelching that drifted over the music. Any other time I would have been embarrassed but now all I could think of was the next slap, the next jolt of sensual pain and the next thrust of his fingers.

What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.

If the road to Heaven starts in Hell then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.

I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even as our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy as one. Because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.

Emotions tangled with bliss, and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.

Stories for When the Sun Goes Down is a compilation of 10 erotic and romantic stories by multi-published, award-winning author Lily Harlem. They're perfect for snuggling up in bed with on a cold winter night, sizzling from your ereader on the beach, or even better, reading aloud to a lover to get the sultry mood just right for an evening of fun.

Contents

Madam President

The Champagne Whore

Shy Bird

The Actress

Making Shapes

I Promise to Please

I Promise to Surrender

I Promise to Perform

A Classic Wedding Night

Stable Manners

Please note most stories have been previously published in a variety of US and UK anthologies.

Because these four books are recently uploaded to these vendors they have few or no reviews. So if you have enjoyed any of these stories and feel like doing a little writing yourself, a rating or review would be hugely appreciated so other readers have an idea of what they are purchasing. Many thanks.

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Today I'm completely thrilled that super-duper romance author V. L. Locey has dropped by to say hi, chat about music and writing and tell us all about her new release in the To Love A Wildcat Series - what a treat, take it away…

Hi there! I`m so happy to be here. I`d like to thank Lily for inviting me! My name is V.L Locey and I`m a mulitgenre erotic romance author.

Now you`d think that since I`m an author, all I`d talk about would be writing. Not this time. Well, at least, not entirely. Today I wanted to share my views on music and how it effects our work. I know lots of authors who listen to music as they write. Oh, how I envy those who can have soundtracks playing as they write! I tend to be one of those writers that needs absolute quiet to write. No TV, no music, no conversation of any kind. No chat windows open. No social media of any kind. Seems I`m rather easily distracted.

You might be asking yourself why I`m even broaching the subject of music if I don`t listen when writing. Well, just as a song can be supply important background emotion for a movie, or even a real life event, in A Most Unlikely Countess, the newest release in my To Love a Wildcat series, one particular song became pivotal to a key scene. This kind of musical inspiration comes to me often. I`ll hear a song and think 'That is so Veikko!' or 'This is Liz`s song!' and from that point on that song belongs to that character. So it is with this song. This song will always be Liz and Veikko`s song to me.

What are your special songs? I`d love to hear about them!

Blurb

Painfully shy Liz Argon probably shouldn`t be dreaming of Veikko Aho, star goalie for the Philadelphia Wildcats. As she works side by side with 'The Count of the Crease' on his memoirs, she finds herself falling for the handsome goaltender. His tender ways with her and her mentally fragile mother are slowly claiming her heart. If only Veikko wasn`t already engaged to a woman far better suited to move in to 'The Count`s' world. In book two of the To Love a Wildcat series, we`ll see if a glass slipper can survive in the rough and tumble world of professional ice hockey.

~*~

Excerpt

He was at the baby grand, his head bowed as he played each note with perfection. Lord Elton John would be proud of how well Veikko was playing Someone Saved My Life Tonight. The keys were hit with passion and agony. I lingered in the doorway of the living room as he lost himself in the song, or so I thought.

“Come sit beside me, Piglet,” he said, jarring me from my appraisal of him, the piano, the muted light in the corner, and the tumbler ofliquid sitting within easy reach. Whiskey, if the smell was any indication. Not sure if I liked his nickname for me or not, I nonetheless moved closer to him. He glanced up, his long fingers never missing one key, then he jerked his head to indicate the bench. I moved behind him to sit primly at his side. Yes, it was whiskey in the tumbler. The smell was a thick fog around the man. So he had drunk his dinner tonight. That boded well.

“Tell me, Piglet, have you ever had a man break your heart?” he asked his accent slightly thicker from the ingestion of who knew how much Jack Daniels.

“Sure.”

“I get no other details than that?” His hands moved across the keyboard smoothly, leaving me in yet a deeper hole of disbelief. I had come into this job with a massive number of misconceptions about athletic types. Veikko was shattering all my stereotypes. Not only was the man not dumb, he possessed all his teeth, he was a lover of fine art, a philanthropist, a highly skilled pianist, and a deeply emotional human being who was now begging, in his own masculine way, for me to commiserate with him. Maybe it was the booze that had him beseeching in as manly a way possible for heartache tales.

“He was a college guy.” I sighed, hearing the lyrics written by Bernie Taupin clearly in my mind. “I was sixteen, he was twenty-one. He got what he wanted and I never saw him again. Typical, right?”

He said something unpleasant in one of his two native tongues that if translated might have made a sailor gasp. It sounded really vile.

“Hey, it was years ago, but thanks for getting all big brother about it, Pooh.”

His snort surprised me. As did the gentle elbow he pushed into my side. “Shy little Piglet needs a burly Pooh to defend her honor from time to time.” He chuckled, obviously a bit drunker than he should be given he had to play tomorrow night.“I am sorry he hurt you. You have such a good soul, kind and caring, not filled with conceit and self-absorption.”

Well, what did a person say to that? Going with the usual response I have ready for random acts of kindness, I muttered thanks while wishing I had let my hair down.

The music stopped. I found myself being drawn to look at him, even though it would make me flushed and unable to speak properly. He was too close. His eyes far too hooded.

“Sing for me,” he whispered. “I wish to hear the words. They are good words for tonight, don`t you think?”

Wetting my lips my eyes roamed from his face to the whiskey. Maybe I needed a few fifths as well.

“I`m really sorry about things, how they happened, I mean. You and she seemed…looked so good together, well, I think if you want me to sing you need to play.”

“Thank you, Piglet.” He exhaled, pressed his lips to my cheek then started at the beginning of the song once again. My lips were rather disappointed that I didn`t turn to catch his mouth with mine. I could have. I should have. It would have been so simple: just a turn of the head at the wrong, or right depending on your POV, moment. His lips on mine, just for a minute in a startling kiss that would lead to something hot, carnal, and as everlasting as the peaks of Mardavia.

Those kinds of moments don`t happen for skinny, shy chicks though. Closing my eyes, I began singing about east end nights, slip nooses, and thanking God for music that pulls us through.

~*~

You can find Liz and Veikko`s book, A Most Unlikely Countess, here: (It is recommended that you read the series in order)

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, New York Rangers hockey, comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie, a pig with the same moniker as a famous President, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

V.L. is a self-published and conventionally published author. She is a proud Torquere Press and Secret Cravings Publishing author. When not writing romantic tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand, writing, or cheering on her beloved New York Rangers. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads.

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